Brooks Buford Southern Man Lyrics

Man I been all over this town, had a girl in every
crevice
Had the green lowrider, the '89 Benz. Now I'm pushin' a
745.

I'm smokin' blend no. 27 all the way to heaven
I pulled around the corner and I asked for my boy Kevin
I said, "Hey, let me get some of them things you got."
He said, "Is you crazy?"
"I'm not"
"Are you a cop?"
"No"

I'm a southern man, I stand, do whatever I can
Bust you upside your head, you catchin' a backhand
I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn
Rollin' through Jonesboro bumpin' Wu Tang Clan

I pulled away headed north, I'm headed up to the mall
Passed the So So Def sign thinkin' I got it all
I pulled up to Lenox, I saw this kid Chad
He said, "Ain't you that dude from Rehab?"
Naw

I'm a southern man, I stand, do whatever I can
Bust you upside your head, you catchin' a backhand
I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn
Rollin' through Alpharetta holdin' fifteen grand
From Buford Dam down to Bankhead I ran
From Greenbriar to Gwinnett County I ran
I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn
Rollin' down Buford Highway holdin' fifteen grand Doin' 85 down 85 in a green Toyota, paint job look like
Yoda
Rims stickin' out, slammed to the ground, two 12's
pumpin' out sound, pound
Prelude seats kitted out rollin', swivel bed, tinted
out glass. I'm holdin'
Down this thing like I started it, floatin' around the
lake like I parted it

It's Sunday and we down at Peidmont Park
My rims is clean, my steez is sharp
I love this place you see it on my face
Callin' all lowrider trucks, put your swivel bed up

I'm a southern man, I stand, do whatever I can
Bust you upside your head, you catchin' a backhand
I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn
Rollin' through Alpharetta holdin' fifteen grand
From Buford Dam down to Bankhead I ran
From Greenbriar to Gwinnett County I ran
I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn
Rollin' down Buford Highway holdin' fifteen grand

I've driven all over this town pumpin' daughters and
sound
From Buckhead to Cabbage Town, sure do get around
Radar detector bleepin', whoop there go the po-po
I'm too drunk to sing, so play the guitar solo

I'm a southern man
I said, "I'm a southern man!"